Upplev Frostbrunnsdalen i Borlänge

Over the mirrorlike water surface, the suspension bridge stretches. In the morning haze, the crowns of the broad-leaved trees gather into a dense scenery over the beach, where the heron remains stand-still in the shadow line. His attention is fixed on the glistening water outside the sedge belt, where a brood of tadpoles crams in the surface. The water is shallow and in constant motion. Over the red-yellow sand, two black-green tenches cruise with broad fins in leisurely strokes. To and fro, they vacuum-clean over the warm sand while the sun rises over the Tuna temple spire. In the broad-leaved tree forest, trushes, doves and warblers echo, and from the dead aspens on the steep sandy riverbanks, a cacophony of thousand morning disputes falls and rises. It is the jackdaws and the starlings taking possession of the day. If you have the opportunity to sit there in a canoe, you will conveniently seek yourself toward the heart of the valley. This singing and vividly simmering water maze with its sunken trunks and jungle river banks mostly shows similarity to the everglades. The water becomes more biting cold as further you pass through, but freezes, it never will, not even in the most stone cold winter.